“Well, if that’s the case,” Prasad said with a shrug, his tone uncharacteristically practical, “you might want to make sure you take her out of this thing before morning. She pops back to human size, it’ll shatter all around her. Cut her to ribbons, most likely.” He shrugged as though it were no concern of his. He supposed he could make the damn thing bigger but, if what Marcus said was accurate, it likely wouldn’t make too much of a difference. It would have to take up almost as much room as the couch to safely prepare for her to transition back and the place just didn’t have that kind of room. Better to make the guy pay for not listening to his cousin in the first place and being prepared on his own. It was certainly not Prasad’s job to babysit the man or his family.
The offer of food caught him by surprise. His “master” hadn’t been exactly hospitable up until now and, honestly, who could blame him? Prasad had been going out of his way to be frustrating for the man, he knew that. Besides, it had been quite some time since he’d been able to stretch his legs, quite literally, and acting out a bit was par for the course. He certainly didn’t hold Marcus’s hostility against him, because it was one of the few things about the man that made sense to Prasad in the first place.
“Thank you,” he responded before he could think to stop himself. Grabbing a bottle of spicy mustard from the kitchen counter, he squirted a healthy dollop onto one of the pasta bowls. “If you don’t mind, I’ll leave you to your little family reunion,” he added, as nastily as he could muster, though he supposed it lacked punch at the moment. Really, he just didn’t want to spend more time with Marcus than was necessary. He had bonded with masters in the past, but he really didn’t see that happening this time around. Not this man. No, better to keep to himself, look for a way out, plan for the day when he finally got out of this repellent place and broke the cycle of his imprisonment once and for all.
With an awkward half bow, born out of centuries of servitude, he backed out of the room, back into the bedroom where he knew Marcus didn’t want him to be. Still, it was only logical that the man would probably want to stay with his “family” for the evening.